As Always, Bret "Bug" Stephens....
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...is cordially invited to take a flying fuck at the moooon.
This invitation is also extended to the entire House of Sulzberger for
giving poisonous li...
A Snow Fence Imposes That Sleep
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I hate snow. I'm trapped. The roads aren't plowed, if I wanted to go
somewhere - anywhere, for fun or emergency, nope. Hate, seething, anxiety,
I do that...
Habit
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My father is a creature of habit. So much so that when he was in the
hospital last winter, he suffered because he was out of his routine. I
watched him p...
We Don’t Need A New Theory Of EVERYTHING
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Though things have indeed changed since this video was produced, it still
makes the infinitesimally tiny point! “Luminous beings are we; not this
crude...
Merry Christmas! We Got You Some Fauxmosexuals!
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Happy holidays, everyone. People seemed to enjoy last year's riff of D.W.
Griffith's 1909 silent melodrama, *A Trap for Santa*, so we did it again,
with ...
apologies for my absence
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skippy, his co-bloggers and his followers are among my favorite people in
the world. real life has been challenging for me these last few years but i
got m...
good Opening For My Novel?
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As Liz pressed the clutch firmly to the floor and put the car in gear,
musing about how like making love with Richard this was, the way he would
ignite an ...
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